152 TWO DIANAS IN SOMALILAND 



and it did not surprise me in the least when one of the 

 camels shortly afterwards without a word of warning, 

 sat down, and promptly died. Clarence said it died 

 because its time to die had come, but I averred, and 

 held to it, that even a camel cannot always swallow 

 drainage with impunity, even if it can philosophically. 

 Such big words baffled the shikari, and I left him 

 pondering. 



We were camped in a beautiful glade, the armo 

 creeper, bright green, with large leaves, grew festooned 

 on lofty guda trees, and the fairy web of the Hangeyu 

 spider hung in golden threads from leaf to leaf. The 

 camels were rejoicing in splendid grazing, and would 

 be all the better for the change. It is always very 

 rough on camels, I think, having to provide for them- 

 selves, after bringing them in so late at night, after a 

 march, as one is so often compelled to do. If reason- 

 able care is not taken of them they will cave in, and 

 there's the end. Grazing through the hot hours, as is 

 the inevitable custom, does not permit of enough food 

 being taken in, especially when the grass is more often 

 than not conspicuous merely by its absence. They fed 

 now in charge of the camel-men, wandering whither- 

 soever, in reason, they listed. On trek camels are tied 

 together in good going. In bad I always ordered 

 them to go separately, because I observed how cruelly 

 jerked the tail often was. 



Here we had an apiary of wild bees. They are 

 expected to live on flowers in Somaliland as elsewhere, 

 1 presume, but the flowers were not. And the insects, 

 naturally, were a bit peckish and invaded my tent after 



